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Title: Untitled
Artist: boopkit
Author: emelyfiction
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
Pairings: Edward Elric/Winry Rockbell
Magic and Occult: 19 This is the Winter of Despair.
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She felt like she was the only person in the world. It was terrible beyond any means of explanation. Winry was strong, she didn’t need to constantly be around people to be content, and she didn’t need sound around her all the time. But this… this was unbearable. Pinako had passed away long ago. Before that Edward had disappeared and soon after Alphonse had left to try and find a way to bring back his brother. Rose too had left despite Winry’s insistence that she enjoyed the older girl’s company to her own home. It was a place she managed to build with help from some of the other villagers. It was not that far from Winry’s place, but it wasn’t the same as actually having her in the Rockbell residence.
Especially not now in these times. Winter was only just beginning and it was already proving itself to be a harsh and bitter one. Snow had settled over all of Rizenbul like a thick blanket that stretched out as far as the eye could reach. There was something about snow that made everything seem so vast, so much more intimidating then it really was. In summer she could stare out and traverse the plains of her home village without ever gaining a sense of loss or depression. She could look out and see green, green grass and scattered flowers. On whim she could walk the couples of miles to either the center of the village or Nelly’s house. But in winter there was nothing. There was no color, no vegetation, no life. Just a long stretch of emptiness everywhere. The cold kept everyone indoors and the heavy snow made it dangerous to travel too far.
Yet here she was bundled up as best as she could afford. Because of the weather, business was awfully slow which made money come in short supply. Winry had to conserve it for food instead of proper clothing, which in turn forced the girl to have to wear many layers of light clothing instead of the heavy wear appropriate for these temperatures.
Winry wasn’t intending to stay out for too long, obviously, but after three drays of being cooped up in that empty house she was beginning to feel strangely claustrophobic.
There really weren’t many places nearby that she could visit. It wouldn’t be good to go too far and then get caught up in a blizzard that would inevitably start up again. Such storms seem to pick up and stop, pick up and stop. She wished they’d just decide on one or the other.
She thought for a moment before giving a tiny nod. There was one place she could think of, one she went to whenever she was feeling particularly nostalgic. With another nod she turned in the direction of their old sanctuary to make certain it was holding up past these terrible conditions.
They had built it together, all three of them long ago. Winry had figured out how to structure them to enable the best safety and satiability and Edward and Alphonse had used alchemy to create it. A park, their own personal place where they’d play, hide, and hang out after school. It wasn’t anything particularly grandiose but it had sufficed. Winry couldn’t really swing anymore, or zip down the slide since she was too big but just being there brought a sense of comfort nonetheless---even if slight loss was accompanied by it.
The blonde sighed and walked up to the child’s swing set and stared at the three seats that swayed in the small breeze. Her pale, uncovered fingers gently traced the lines carved into the middle seat, brushing off the snow. They spelled her name, the one to the left read ‘Edward’ and the one to the right ‘Alphonse’.
She always seemed to be in the middle of the two. Walking to school, swinging, even when they curled up on that great father bed at her home-the one reserved solely for them.
She wondered whatever happened to that bed.
The mechanic sighed. She had always felt comfortable and safe there in the middle. She viewed both boys with incredible admiration and love but Winry would admit a larger portion of that security was attributed to Edward. Maybe it was because he was older, maybe it was because he put on a tougher front then his brother, or because he didn’t hesitate to do what need to be done despite the consequences, but Edward had always had some effect on her that the younger Elric boy didn’t. There was another possibility as to why she felt differently for Ed, but it was one she didn’t want to consider because it would make his disappearance all that more difficult to bare. She could almost see him again, holding tightly to the chains of his swing, sandaled feet dangling inches from the ground. It brought a tiny smile to her face but it was a sad one.
“What are you worrying about now?” she could almost hear the little Ed ask with forced exasperation to hide his concern. He’d always do that, she realized now. Back when they were younger he’d always come off as annoyed or bothered by her mercurial emotions but it was just a show to hide his own, whatever they made have been at the time.
She gave a little sigh, shifting slightly so that she was kneeling in front of the little Ed instead of her swing. “Nothing, just wishing you were home.”
“Talking to yourself now Winry? That’s not very healthy.”
At first she had thought it had come from the little Ed but his mouth hadn’t moved, and the vice was deeper then usual. It was only then that Winry noticed the slight shadow covering her, and slowly, uncertainly she looked over her shoulder and craned her head upward.
There he was-different, taller, and a little broader shouldered; his face no longer contained its baby fat but those golden eyes are hair were unmistakable. It was an almost divine moment--that reunion marked by silence-something rare between the two. Somewhere in the back of her mind Winry acknowledged Al standing back some paces with a small smile on his face but she was still trying to decipher what she was seeing.
Edward seemed to find her reaction humorous if the giant grin on his face was any indication. He held out a gloved hand to her as if it was something casual that he did each day.
Winry raised her hand slowly to his and pressed her fingers gently against his palm.
Solid, it was the real Ed.
She looked behind her at the now empty swing and smiled. She didn’t need ghosts of the past or memories anymore. She had a perfectly happy future to look forward to.
Artist: boopkit
Author: emelyfiction
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
Pairings: Edward Elric/Winry Rockbell
Magic and Occult: 19 This is the Winter of Despair.
Untitled
She felt like she was the only person in the world. It was terrible beyond any means of explanation. Winry was strong, she didn’t need to constantly be around people to be content, and she didn’t need sound around her all the time. But this… this was unbearable. Pinako had passed away long ago. Before that Edward had disappeared and soon after Alphonse had left to try and find a way to bring back his brother. Rose too had left despite Winry’s insistence that she enjoyed the older girl’s company to her own home. It was a place she managed to build with help from some of the other villagers. It was not that far from Winry’s place, but it wasn’t the same as actually having her in the Rockbell residence.
Especially not now in these times. Winter was only just beginning and it was already proving itself to be a harsh and bitter one. Snow had settled over all of Rizenbul like a thick blanket that stretched out as far as the eye could reach. There was something about snow that made everything seem so vast, so much more intimidating then it really was. In summer she could stare out and traverse the plains of her home village without ever gaining a sense of loss or depression. She could look out and see green, green grass and scattered flowers. On whim she could walk the couples of miles to either the center of the village or Nelly’s house. But in winter there was nothing. There was no color, no vegetation, no life. Just a long stretch of emptiness everywhere. The cold kept everyone indoors and the heavy snow made it dangerous to travel too far.
Yet here she was bundled up as best as she could afford. Because of the weather, business was awfully slow which made money come in short supply. Winry had to conserve it for food instead of proper clothing, which in turn forced the girl to have to wear many layers of light clothing instead of the heavy wear appropriate for these temperatures.
Winry wasn’t intending to stay out for too long, obviously, but after three drays of being cooped up in that empty house she was beginning to feel strangely claustrophobic.
There really weren’t many places nearby that she could visit. It wouldn’t be good to go too far and then get caught up in a blizzard that would inevitably start up again. Such storms seem to pick up and stop, pick up and stop. She wished they’d just decide on one or the other.
She thought for a moment before giving a tiny nod. There was one place she could think of, one she went to whenever she was feeling particularly nostalgic. With another nod she turned in the direction of their old sanctuary to make certain it was holding up past these terrible conditions.
They had built it together, all three of them long ago. Winry had figured out how to structure them to enable the best safety and satiability and Edward and Alphonse had used alchemy to create it. A park, their own personal place where they’d play, hide, and hang out after school. It wasn’t anything particularly grandiose but it had sufficed. Winry couldn’t really swing anymore, or zip down the slide since she was too big but just being there brought a sense of comfort nonetheless---even if slight loss was accompanied by it.
The blonde sighed and walked up to the child’s swing set and stared at the three seats that swayed in the small breeze. Her pale, uncovered fingers gently traced the lines carved into the middle seat, brushing off the snow. They spelled her name, the one to the left read ‘Edward’ and the one to the right ‘Alphonse’.
She always seemed to be in the middle of the two. Walking to school, swinging, even when they curled up on that great father bed at her home-the one reserved solely for them.
She wondered whatever happened to that bed.
The mechanic sighed. She had always felt comfortable and safe there in the middle. She viewed both boys with incredible admiration and love but Winry would admit a larger portion of that security was attributed to Edward. Maybe it was because he was older, maybe it was because he put on a tougher front then his brother, or because he didn’t hesitate to do what need to be done despite the consequences, but Edward had always had some effect on her that the younger Elric boy didn’t. There was another possibility as to why she felt differently for Ed, but it was one she didn’t want to consider because it would make his disappearance all that more difficult to bare. She could almost see him again, holding tightly to the chains of his swing, sandaled feet dangling inches from the ground. It brought a tiny smile to her face but it was a sad one.
“What are you worrying about now?” she could almost hear the little Ed ask with forced exasperation to hide his concern. He’d always do that, she realized now. Back when they were younger he’d always come off as annoyed or bothered by her mercurial emotions but it was just a show to hide his own, whatever they made have been at the time.
She gave a little sigh, shifting slightly so that she was kneeling in front of the little Ed instead of her swing. “Nothing, just wishing you were home.”
“Talking to yourself now Winry? That’s not very healthy.”
At first she had thought it had come from the little Ed but his mouth hadn’t moved, and the vice was deeper then usual. It was only then that Winry noticed the slight shadow covering her, and slowly, uncertainly she looked over her shoulder and craned her head upward.
There he was-different, taller, and a little broader shouldered; his face no longer contained its baby fat but those golden eyes are hair were unmistakable. It was an almost divine moment--that reunion marked by silence-something rare between the two. Somewhere in the back of her mind Winry acknowledged Al standing back some paces with a small smile on his face but she was still trying to decipher what she was seeing.
Edward seemed to find her reaction humorous if the giant grin on his face was any indication. He held out a gloved hand to her as if it was something casual that he did each day.
Winry raised her hand slowly to his and pressed her fingers gently against his palm.
Solid, it was the real Ed.
She looked behind her at the now empty swing and smiled. She didn’t need ghosts of the past or memories anymore. She had a perfectly happy future to look forward to.